The Dark Specter

The Dark Specter by Morgana Von Ghoul (d.s.m.) Deep in the forest black Shadows crawl over my face Stench and rot seeping crack From whence did I come into this place? Seething revenant walking quickly Upon my back breathing deeply Hair stands up goosebumps creeping The dark specter grabs ahold Hands gripping, pulling, snatching Never knowing obscure and cold Hang me over the pit Hounds of hell growling Undead fingers clawing My flesh such an appeal Slime and burning their acid touch Vipers fangs bloody and dripping The dark specter's sinister grin Haunting the lives of ruthless men Perchance I was one of their ilk? Velvet legs of creatures walk upon me Black widows spinning silk Sharpness of light peering through My mind is clearing Feeling somewhat renewed Eyes open rising up Slithering beings deadly as nightshade Taking on a hidden vocation A wraith man made King of night beasts New leader of the macabre parade This is my fate The Dark Specter's trade.